#aimcs

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     @aimcs​ sᴀɪᴅ: grimmulqui day ? grimmulqui day. catch this feline napping next to ulqui during a nice, sunny day in the living world. is it his fault the gigai makes him groggy & sleepy ? no it's not but hey at least they get some rest time.

     If one were not them, they might have considered the spot the Arrancar chose for a moment of rest beautiful. The park was near empty, save for the pair that sat upon a grassy slope overlooking the paths they had been walking moments prior.

     “Physical therapy” Kisuke had called it with that far-too cheery tone of his, and a prescription of walks around Karakura had been Ulquiorra’s first task toward recovery. Grimmjow, of course, didn’t seem as reluctant to join as the former Fourth had thought.

     ❝You look to be enjoying yourself,❞ he says, knowing Grimmjow is still able to hear him. The twitch of the panther’s mouth doesn’t escape Ulquiorra’s eyes.

     ❝... Let’s continue. I’d prefer to be rid of this gigai sooner than later.❞

[rejectstime]

         ❝ no no no, it’s okay really! you don’t have to pay me back, it’s only a lunchbox. ❞ / @aimcs

[shizibande]

a weary lion looks out at a nearly barren training ground where a m o n s t e r sharpens his blade. she assumes he’d had a few officers to spar with who’ve now smartly chosen to go off to sleep ; but not him. the ex-lieutenant sits on the stairs to the barracks, but she isn’t dressed to fight --- her kosode draped over freckled shoulders, hair loose and pushed back from her forehead. she isn’t sure whether he’s noticed her, and if he has, he hasn’t mentioned it. probably for the best. 

she can’t remember when she’d stopped paying attention to his movements ( surprisingly skilled for a b r u t e off the streets . . . ) and became distracted by her own thoughts ; what to say, if anything needed to be said, and if so . . . what it was. a hand is fiddling at the s c a r on her neck, absently, and without knowing. 

“   I’ll be leaving in the morning.   ”   matter of fact. quick and dirty. a bandaid ripped off a wound so fast that one couldn’t dwell on the pain of it for too long. her voice is t i r e d if any word could be used at all --- wistful, and as much as she’d tried not to sound it --- sad. but she looks relatively content, for all that’s happened in the last while ( she would call it societal upheaval for her division, if someone were to ask ), and stretches long legs in front of her in a strangely comfortable, cat-like gesture around a murderer ( saviour, more like it... ). 

her judgments have been made. he knows them --- and if not, he does now. she would never leave this place in the hands of someone she didn’t TRUST with it. and she doesn’t say anything more, not yet. there is too much in her chest that she wants to spill out onto the gravel, but can’t seem to figure out what.

@aimcs

[digital-missiles]

     Was it so wrong for him to want to groan?

     Or even roll his eyes? Too late. He’d done both.

     The last person -- or Shinigami, or whatever -- Yukio wanted to see was the one that had frozen him into a solid block of ice, but it seemed Fate and Karma had other plans. He must had eaten a homeless person’s sandwich in a previous life or something, because this was ridiculous. He’d much rather deal with Riruka’s nonsense about this and that and who else knows what.

     “I’m not looking for trouble, you know.”

          // @aimcs //  toshiro

[gamuzaa]

@aimcs

nelliel believed herself to be a patient woman, but even she had her limits. it had been going on hour three since her fracción decided to send her a wild goose chase. they did this often, disappearing and forcing her to hurry off after them. it was like a game, and most of the time nelliel enjoyed to play along! it passed the time. however, missing dinner for some silly game wasn’t on her to-do list, and the more her stomach growled the more irritable she became. ‘you’re lucky i don’t just eat the both of you!’ she threatened, but it was clearly bluff. she’d never lay a finger on her fracción, but i didn’t hurt to try and coax them out of hiding. 

just as she was about to give up, and go fill the empty pit that was her stomach, she just barely heard footsteps around the corner. it felt almost like her animal instincts kicked in, and without a second thought she hurried forward, sliding around the corner as she yelled. ‘AHA! there you ar━ ‘ only to find it wasn’t her fracción. now instead of hunger, the only feeling she had was waves and waves of embarrassment quickly crushing her.

[variantia]

@aimcs

   To be perfectly honest, it seems like lately, downtime is something Baraggan’s Fracciónes find themselves with a lot of.  When they don’t have any ORDERS to follow -- whenever their King dismisses them -- it’s strange.  He can’t speak for the others, but Findorr at least is restless.  He sits in one of the common rooms, one leg over the other, foot bouncing impatiently.

   That’s probably the only thing that might betray him.  For as much as it looks right now, he appears to be fairly calm.  And yet, inside, he is a mess of energy, buzzing inside his nerves, feeling the need to do SOMETHING.

   Whenever they’re dismissed, and he has nothing to do, he feels USELESS.  Like he’s just waiting for their King to become tired of his presence and decide his life isn’t needed.  That makes him more anxious than anything should have the power to.

   From under his mask-like limiters, he glances toward where Abirama is.  Looks like he’s the only other of their group around at the moment.

          ❝  Estoy aburrido.  You wouldn’t be up for sparring right now, would                   you, Abirama ?  ❞

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     @aimcs sᴀɪᴅ: “Shh—come back to bed.” bazz vc; jugo get the fuck back here

     Hoping to slip from the sheets unnoticed, Jugram quickly realized the unsuccessful attempt to allow Bazz-B to remain sleeping had been floundered. Fingers loosely grasped Jugram’s own, preventing him from taking another step away from the bed. Looking back, he saw tired green eyes doing their best to glare through the early morning toward the former Grandmaster.

      ❝I’ll return shortly--❞ he began, only to be cut off with sleepy words and a squeeze at his fingers. Thumb brushed over Bazz’s calloused knuckles, a sigh leaving through his nose.

     Rest felt miles away despite the exhaustion that dipped his shoulders and lidded his eyes. At the very least, Bazz should have the opportunity to sleep without his partner tossing and turning throughout the night. Watching the stars seemed a better use of his time.

      ❝... Very well.❞

     The bed was warm still when returning to the sheets covering their bed. Bazz wasted no time in closing the distance between them, their hands still clasped.

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    @aimcs ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ:

👫 + ulqui & grimm ! ! ! !

send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

     1. While in gigais, they both have the subconscious habit of touching each other where their masks would normally be. Grimmjow is more prone to touching Ulquiorra than the other way around, but Ulquiorra will often finding him brushing his fingers against the hair that would normally be hidden beneath bone. Conversely, Ulquiorra will touch Grimmjow’s right cheek at times when Grimmjow wouldn’t typically notice, such as when he’s sleeping or intensely focused on something else.

     2. Ulquiorra despises when he catches Grimmjow looking at him like he’s weak. After his resurrection he is weak, but once he has regained enough strength to begin training again he would much rather Grimmjow come at him without holding back instead of pausing during each instance where Ulquiorra is injured. It is only after Ulquiorra is again capable of placing a scratch on Grimmjow that he demands to be treated as he was before.

     3. When Ulquiorra regains his full strength and Grimmjow voices his desire for a real battle between them to declare the victor he shows Grimmjow his Segunda Etapa with the intent of fully overwhelming Grimmjow with his power. He does. Grimmjow is left injured enough to realize he is unable to win against Ulquiorra in that state. However, Ulquiorra decides to continue to train with Grimmjow in order to assist him with unlocking his own Segunda Etapa.

     4. They never tell each other that they “love” one another. It isn’t exactly an inability to express their feelings or a denial of whatever it is between them, but an understanding that love is a human emotion and it isn’t something that either of them will be able to comprehend on a level that would allow them to express that to one another. They merely begin existing with each other like parallel lines -- there and within sight, but never coming close enough to meet.